You try to speak; I feel your mouth moving under my grip.“I’ll remove my hand but if you scream, you’ll wish to God you hadn’t…Do we have a ...eal?” My voice is a low rasp, it sounds eerily alien to even myself.You nod vigorously in agreement but to make certain I jerk your arms back again anyway to show you I mean business. You gasp and gulp down air when I take away my hand, I hear you crying quietly in fear. I sense your whole body shaking and it gives me a surge of excitement. You are at my. By 7pm, I was in Manhattan at the hotel bar, very nervous but eager.Frank walked in at 7:20, saw me and smiled broadly. "Hello Joel. Good to see you again," he greeted as he shook my hand tightly. There was an air of confidence about this man. He was sure of himself and commanded respect. And since I knew what he carried between his legs, it gave him even more authority in my eyes.His gaze locked onto mine and I knew what would be happening to me shortly as I tried to remain calm. Frank. It responds by starting to harden but he stays asleep. I move myself onto my knees on the floor in front of him and start sucking his cock and rolling it around in my mouth, getting it harder and harder until its stiff as a board. I pull it into my mouth as deep as I can get it, choking myself on it over and over until suddenly he jolts awake and sees what I'm doing. I'm so fucking wet I can hardly take it but he puts his hands both on the back of my head and wraps his fingers up in my hair,. Cum was slowly dripping down my thighs. I scooted through the lobby as quickly as possible to my room. Looking at the clock, I realized it was nearly 7:30. I had to meet Brandon in half an hour! A shower was certainly in order. I arrived at the lobby 10 minutes late. Despite the rush, I took great care with my appearance. For some reason, it seemed to matter a lot to me. Checking myself in the mirror before I left, I decided I looked gorgeous. Tight dress. Pushup bra that displayed my, um,.